Chapter 5
Marsha did not know what her children were doing in her son's bedroom. She could not hear them because she was in her leather room and sound did not penetrate into that room. She had gone into that room early that morning and had slowly put on her leather garments and now she had taken some of those garments off.
The sexy movie queen was lying on the floor of her leather room in her cool, fresh, leather bra. She was lying on her back and she was rubbing the leather rod against her clit.
She had often used that rod on her. It was firm and yet pliant, cool and yet hot. It was everything that a woman could desire, the sexy, blonde woman thought. She moved the rod against her clit and felt the coolness cause a special tension in that excited piece of meat. The clit seemed to be crying out to her.
Fuck your cunt! Fuck your pussy with that rod! That is what you want!
And she knew that that was exactly what she wanted. Her pussy was wet with desire for that leather rod, that cool thing. She moved the rod around the lips of the cunt and felt the hole quake as if the lips were trying to force themselves open for the rod, as if they wanted to taste that rod in them so much that they were taking control of the situation.
And Marsha knew that her pussy did yearn for the leather rod, the cool thing that slid into her and made her feel so happy and so warm.
So the woman lifted her legs and began to slip the rod into her. When she felt that first bit of leather in her hole, when she felt that first, cool touch inside her, she gasped and rolled on the leather floor and lay on her side. She smelled the aroma of the leather that was next to her face and she lifted her leg high and moved the rod into her more deeply.
Then she started to fuck herself.
She moved the rod in and out of her as if it were a cock, a cold, leather cock that was making her warm and juicy inside. She felt that the leather was shooting through her body, turning her into leather and she did not mind that idea at all. She liked the fantasy. If she could only turn into expensive leather then she would have leather with her all the time. She would not have to come to his room for her thrills. She would be able to feel and smell leather and let it work its magic on her mind and her cunt every moment of the day and night. She wished that she could be leather, that she could be so firm and yet so pliable, so cold and yet so hot, so soft and yet so strong. If she could be that, then she would have to trouble making it in the world, even the world of Hollywood. She would be able to return to that place and face all the questions and all of the people who tried to uncover her secrets and she would know that they would fail in their attempts to hurt her because she was made of leather and she could not be hurt by anything that they did.
But she was not leather, the woman quickly reminded herself. She could only stick leather up her pussy and smell leather and get off on leather. She held her leg high and felt the muscles in her body quake and shake as she felt the leather orgasm coming to her. She moved the rod more quickly in and out of her open cunt and she sighed and moaned and sniffed the leather floor. Then she turned onto her back and raised her pussy up and let the fucking rod have her easily and let the orgasm come and rush over her.
She cried out as she came.
"I love leather!"
And then, when the orgasm was over, the woman slowly pulled the leather rod out of her cunt and held it up in the light of the room and saw the juices that glistened on the rod. She dropped that rod onto the leather floor and reminded herself that her children would soon be up and around the house. She had to hurry and get out of her special, leather room.
She moved onto her feet shakily, still weak from the leather orgasm that she had had. Then she took off the leather bra. She held it to her nose for a second and then dropped it after smelling that aroma, that leather aroma mixed with that special aroma, that special aroma that she had when she wore leather.
Marsha opened the door to the leather room and looked down the hallway. She did not see anyone there. She figured that her son and her daughter were still asleep. She came out of the room and carefully locked it and then reached for her robe. She walked down the hallway and into her own bedroom. She decided that she would try to go back to sleep for an hour or so. The leather orgasms always made her tired and sleepy.
When Marsha had gone into her own room, Kristy peered out into the hallway again. She had seen it all from her bedroom, where she had rushed when she came out of her brother's bedroom and heard a door start to open. She had seen her naked mother come out of that room that she always kept locked and put on a robe and then go to her bedroom. Her mother had been flushed when she came out of that room and she staggered a bit when she walked. Kristy was experienced enough to sense that her mother had just had an orgasm. That was the way that Kristy reacted when she tried to move too quickly for a few minutes after she had come with a boy.
But what in that room would give the mother an orgasm. Kristy wondered about that. She had always been intrigued by that room that her mother kept locked. She had always wondered what was in there. Marsha said it just stored old junk and let it go at that. The children had let it go at that too. They had figured that their mother deserved the right to privacy, since she was very careful about not asking about their secrets.
But now Kristy could not keep herself away from that room. She had thought that it just had some old things in it that reminded her mother of her Hollywood days, things that perhaps Marsha visited when she was alone in the house. But those things would not give a woman an orgasm, the girl thought and she wanted to find out what would give her mother an orgasm, that staggering feeling that made females feel warm and good and lively and peaceful and everything that made life worth living.
So the daughter decided that it was time to penetrate one of her mother's secrets.
She moved quietly to the door and knelt in front of the lock. She was wearing her robe. She searched in the pocket of that robe for a bobby-pin and she found one.
One of the boys that she had fucked had been a small-time hoodlum and he had shown Kristy how to do this. He had said that it might come in handy if she ever got locked out of the house and wanted to get back in late at night and not let anyone know what time she arrived home.
She had never used the skill before, but now she was glad that she had it. She stuck the bobby pin into the hole of the lock and moved it around in there quickly and soon she heard the lock click.
The teen-aged girl stood up and took a deep breath. She was a little afraid to open that door, but she knew that she would open it. She steeled her nerves against what she might find in that room and then she pulled the door open and stepped inside.
The room was dark and Kristy searched on the wall for a light switch. She found one and flipped it on as she shut the door behind her.
And then she saw what was in the strange room.
What she saw there thrilled her and intrigued her. At first, she did not know what to make of all that black leather. There was leather on the floor that felt soft and cool under Kristy's bare feet and there was leather on the walls. She reached out and touched the soft stuff there. Then she looked down and saw what lay in the middle of the leather room and she gasped.
A black leather bra was there and some black leather panties and a little leather rod.
Kristy moved toward the leather stuff very slowly. She bent down and picked up the panties and she knew that they were just her mother's size. Her mother wore this stuff. Kristy wondered why and then she smelled the aroma of the leather and she felt her own girlish clit began to quake in her body and she knew that the leather thrilled her just as it thrilled her mother. The girl pressed the panties to her face and took a deep breath, letting the leather aroma fill her head. It was fantastic. She had never smelled anything like that before.
The girl held the panties in one hand and reached down and picked up the bra in the other. She smelled the leather and the aroma of her mother too. That was on the leather garments and that added to the girl's pleasure as she sniffed the stuff. She had always thought that her mother was sexy and beautiful, although she knew that her mother had never fucked her audience as Kristy had done so many times when she danced for boys. And now she was holding the secret, leather garments of that sexy, beautiful woman to her face and rubbing her face against the cool softness as she took it more of the aroma.
The young daughter dropped the panties on the leather floor and looked at the bra. She began to put the thing on. She wanted to see how it would feel on her body. It did not quite fit. Her mother's tits were much larger than her own. But, even loose on her body, the leather bra thrilled the girl. She felt the cool soft leather against her flesh as she pushed her robe off her body and let it fall on the leather floor. She reached behind her and clasped the leather bra onto her body and felt the thing hanging there and knew just what her mother loved about leather.
Kristy started to dance in the room, to move around in a slow and easy motion as she felt the cold leather bang against her little tits. Then she looked again at the leather pole, the rod that lay on the floor. She reached down and picked it up and saw the wet stuff still on the rod. She brought that pole close to her face and smelled the juice that still clung to the thing. Kristy knew, that it was her mother's juice, that this was the remains of her mother's orgasm.
Before she even knew what she was doing, she stuck out her tongue and licked some of that juice from the fine leather rod. Her mother was sweet, she thought, very sweet.
And then Kristy understood everything.
This was the way that her mother got her thrills, her pleasures. She used this leather rod on her pussy and made herself come. Kristy, who had just fucked her own brother and enjoyed it more than any other fucking that she had ever done, could not say that her mother was wrong in fucking this rod. In fact, the girl felt her own pussy begin to quiver with that leather all around and that pole in her hand. She wanted to fuck the thing too. She wanted to have the kind of pleasure that her mother had when she took that leather up her cunt.
But Kristy would not do it right away. She wanted to prolong the feeling of lust that was growing in her girlish body. She was surprised by the feeling. She had never thought that she would be so turned on by leather, by anything besides a sexy male and she was being turned on just minutes after she had fucked Jeff.
But the girl could not help it, as she understood that her mother could not help it either. She yearned for the leather rod just as her mother had yearned for it. She started to dance again and she held the leather rod close to her face, as if it were a dancing partner. She kissed the rod and tasted the leather and her mother on the thing and she moved around the leather room without making a sound, feeling the cool stuff under her feet.
Then she could not stand it any longer. She had to know all. She had to experience what her mother obviously experienced. She had to know how it felt.
The teen-aged girl dropped onto the leather floor and spread her legs and moved that leather rod over her body. She started with her tits. She moved the end of the rod over her tits and around each nipple and shivered with the feeling that the leather gave her. Then she moved the rod down her stomach and touched her navel with the thing and shivered again. She moved the rod further down and let it make a path in her pussy hair. As she drew near her cunt, she sighed. She knew that this would feel good and she sensed that this leather fucking that she was about to give herself would unite her in a special way with her mother, unite her in a way that was like the way that Kristy and her mother had been united many years ago, when Kristy was just a thing growing in her mother's womb. She felt that, maybe, this leather rod was something like a cord that held parent and child together.
The lustful girl who had experienced so much in her short life now wanted to experience this new thing. She took a deep breath and moved the leather rod over her quaking, excited clit.
It was terrific!
It was like nothing else that she had ever felt before!
It was cold!
It was hot!
It was hard!
It was soft!
It was like a man!
It was like no man Kristy had ever had before!
It was strange and new and exciting and it filled her head with lustful dreams, dreams that churned into nothing in her brain and left her head feeling hollow and feminine and yearning.
The leather was magnificent!
Kristy moved the leather rod over her clit and felt the hardness and the softness seem to invade her. She sighed. This is what made her mother happy, she thought and now it was making her happy too.
With shaking hands, she moved the rod back and forth over the sexy piece of meat and cooed to it as if it were a lover.
"Fuck me," she sighed. "Fuck me with your leather. I love it."
And she did love it. She loved the feel and the she loved the aroma, the smell of the leather that was now mixing with the smell of her own anxious juices.
She kept the tip of that rod moving over her clit for a few more seconds and then she pulled the rod up and held it against her girlish tits. The rod seemed to pulse there like a cock. She gasped for air in the leather room and moved on the leather floor. She knew that she would have to do it, would have to complete her leather love-making in the most natural way that she could think of.
She held the rod up over her face and saw the muscles of her girlish arms flex. Then she spoke to the rod as if it were a male, a member of her audience, a man that she wanted in her more than anything else in the whole world.
"Fuck me," she said to the rod. "Fuck my pussy. Batter my young cunt, just like you batter my mother's cunt. Make me a star like my mother, you leather lover."
Then she slowly moved the rod down between her outstretched legs again. She took several deep breaths, trying to give herself the courage that she needed to do what she had to do. She knew that the leather would give her the orgasm that she desired and she wanted that orgasm more than anything else that she could think of.
Kristy had just fucked her stud brother and he had been good, but he had not been leather. He had been flesh and he did not have this strange and wonderful aroma and this sexy coldness that the leather had.
She knew that she wanted this experience even more than she had wanted the good experience with her brother.
The teen-aged girl lifted her hips high and spread her legs wide and moved the tip of that rod to her opened pussy. Before she shoved it in, she closed her eyes and spoke to the leather again.
"Batter me, you bastard leather. Batter my whore pussy. Batter my young, sweet cunt."
Then, holding her breath, Kristy moved the leather rod into her. She gasped when it was in her, cold and hot at the same time, it seemed to her. She started to move the leather in her cunt, to move it around in that sweet hole, where so many cocks had already been.
But this was not a cock. This was leather and it felt different from any cock that she had ever had. It felt cold and hard and yet it seemed to come alive in her pussy, to want to fill her up and touch every part of her that it could touch.
She put her legs together and tightened her pussy around the leather rod and rolled on the leather floor. She cried out in passion.
"Yes! Fuck my sweet, whore pussy! Fuck me like my brother fucked me!"
Kristy seemed to be engulfed in leather and she loved that leather. She wanted to drown in the leather smells and the leather emotion that came to her girlish head.
As she rolled with the leather that battered, her, the girl thought of her blond, silent brother and she thought of another man, the red-haired man who had been her first. They were the two most important men in her life at that time, but now the leather was important too. The leather was giving her feelings just like those men had given her. She wished that she could make the leather her audience, that she could dance and thrill the leather as she had thrilled so many men. But she could not. She knew that the leather was not really a male, that it was only a tool and that tool was hers to do with as she willed. The leather was silent too, just like her brother, but it would never speak at all. It would never move except when she moved it, as she was moving it quickly in her cunt at that moment. She churned on the leather floor and gasped and moaned and waited for the leather to bring her her orgasm, the feeling that she wanted so much. She knew that it was coming because she felt the leather heat, the leather hardness grow in her girlish body. She felt the smell of leather surround her and she felt the hard, cold feeling of leather invade her. She thought that, maybe, she was made of leather too and she wondered if her mother felt this way when she did this thing with the leather.
And then Kristy came. She came with gasps and cries that started deep in her throat. As she came, she lifted her legs and held them out straight and tensed her body and let the leather work its final miracle in her.
She came and came and came. She could not remember ever coming as much as she did that morning with the leather.
Then she slowly pulled the leather rod out of her young cunt and looked at it. It was wet with her juices, as it had been wet with her mother's. Kristy raised the rod to her mouth and stuck out her tongue and licked the juices off the piece. They were sweet and leathery.
Then she dropped the rod and put her hands on her leather bra and pressed it close to her tits while she relaxed in the after-glow of orgasm.
She understood her mother so much better now, she thought in a dreamy way. She understood why her mother would love leather so much and she felt that, in a special way, she and her mother were closer at this moment than they had been in years.
Yet the girl knew no way that she could tell her mother that she had discovered the woman's secret, her secret room and her secret pleasure. She wanted to tell her mother that she knew, that she understood, but her mother had never been very willing to talk about anything like this with her children.
Kristy knew that she would tell her mother some day, if she could only work up the courage and figure out how best to break the news to the woman. Until then, she would just have to sneak into this room when her mother was not around and have her own special teen-aged pleasure with leather.
The girl sat up and took another deep breath, taking in the leather aroma of the room.
She wondered what other things there were that she could try now that she was a leather-lover. She wondered what other thrills waited for her out there in the big and lusty world.
The teen-ager smiled and determined to find out, to experiment, to do everything that she could possibly do to bring pleasure to her body.
She was game for anything, she determined. She would do everything with everyone that she could find.
It was a new resolve, a firm resolve and Kristy knew that she would keep her promise to herself.